Chapter 031 – The Great Yellow Court

Xu Fengyen touched a large handful of pebbles at the bottom of the lake, thrown to the ground, and then jumped into the cold and bone-chilling deep pool, and so on and so forth, half a day’s time he touched out forty or so, sifting off half of them, all piled up in the cave behind the waterfall, after doing this odd thing, before carrying a knife to the bamboo forest, said the purple bamboo forest, in fact, a lot of mixed with the bamboo bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, tens of thousands of bamboo into a sea of bamboo, the wind is a bamboo rolling, full of vitality.

Xu Fengyen likes to come here to catch some bamboo turnip chicken and playing frogs for dinner, there is no reason to take a sword and not go to take advantage of some of the cheap, listening to the bull riding said that in the winter here bamboo shoots are the most delicious, Xu Fengyen do not know if he can make it to that day.

Wudang first nerd will live in the depths of the bamboo sea of a simple bamboo building, he practiced sword like in the bamboo forest on the end of the wave and walk, the sword like waves, really is like breaking bamboo.

Xu Fengyen entered the bamboo forest on the draw embroidered winter, always on guard against that sword idiot Wang Xiaoping inexplicable sword.

Just today I do not know why, until Xu Fengyen looked at the bamboo building, Wang Xiaoping has not yet out of the sword.

Bravely continue to walk forward, Xu Fengyen body has been wet clothes, no wonder your highness is walking on thin ice, that sword obsessed is really obsessed, do not care what the North Liang 300,000 iron horsemen, no matter what the big pillar country Xu Snapdragon, no matter the foot of the Wudang Mountain that the four characters of the plaque, his heart is only the sword. So every time only one sword, Xu Fengyen has to gather all the mental energy to deal with it carefully.

Wang Xiaoping slowly walked out of the bamboo building and sat on a bamboo chair, and did not carry the goddess of the mountain’s treasure on his back.

Xu Fengyen sheathed the embroidered winter and walked over to sit on the chair opposite to Wang Xiaoping. Do not take the sword of the sword idiot, just a handsome middle-aged uncle, stiff look, plain robe, Wang Xiaoping became a Wudang Taoist monk time is very late, rumor has it that before he went to the mountain is a rich family of prodigal son, do not seek a career, obsessed with the beauty and the sword, suffered a love injury, will be regarded as a tiger and a wolf, in a fit of anger, dispersal of the family’s belongings, went to the Wudang, other people shall not be able to understand the whole life of the “Green Water Pavilion Azi Xi Jian Records,” he only spent three years to be familiar with the heart. He spent only three years to familiarize himself with the book, and eventually became a disciple of the previous generation of masters, and after that, he even silenced his sword practice and took the arduous path of creating his own sword path.

Wang Xiaoping twisted a few slices of the raw tea leaves of the de-mist tea in his hand and put them into his mouth to chew carefully, his expression was mute, but his eyes were glittering.

Xu Fengyen sat for a few incense sticks, only to see the first Wudang Mountain nerd chewing tea leaves, autumn tea is slightly older than the spring and summer two tea, tea flavor and light, it is the first time to see someone eating raw. Xu Fengyen listened to the bamboo leaf Xiao Xiao, no reason to remember when the second sister of a bamboo poem, about the sound of bamboo as a metaphor for the sound of the people’s suffering and the beauty of the late whimpering sound, at that time it was very much praised by the scholars, I’m afraid that now she is in the Shangyin Palace of the world of some spicy reviews, the scholars regret not to be on Xu Weixiong that kind of touting. Xu Fengnian looked around the week, in addition to bamboo or bamboo, feel boring, so hold tight embroidery winter, get up and silently leave.

Wang Xiaoping glanced at His Highness’ back and seemed to be hesitating whether to make a long sword out of a bamboo plant.

Xu Fengyen left the bamboo forest, once again his lapel was wet, this bamboo forest is really not a place for people to stay. That sword does not come out, far more than out of the sword to make Xu Fengyen’s heart tremble.

The osmanthus on the mountain has fallen.

Xu Fengyen in the Hanging Immortal Peak under the deep pool do not know up and down a few times, the rest of the Wudang Mountain with water and lakes have not fallen, finally he touched out more than four hundred pebbles, black and white, piled up in the hut, His Highness in addition to the embroidered winter to chop waterfalls, the rest is to use the embroidered winter carving stone, Green Water Pavilion Azi Xi Jian Lu in a sword technique similar to the women’s embroidered flowers, known as the Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers, the most fine and subtle but, the Wu family sword, the sword can probably be comparable to the Wu family sword. Probably comparable to the Wu family sword mound of the profound sword, Xu Fengyen will be this sword style set in the embroidery of the winter knife tip, a painting, are extremely consuming mind, at first, but the daily carving out of two or three stones has been the ultimate, gradually into the good, four or five per day, and so on the mountain snow, Xu Fengyen can close his eyes under the knife, a day of thirteen or fourteen children.

Xu Fengyen pinpointed and counted, almost to the time to leave Wudang Mountain, after all, but also to go to Jiuhua to ring the bell, for the Northern Liang royal family, this is a thundering thing.

I don’t know why, for Wudang Palmist Wang Chonglou’s internal power transfer, Xu Fengyen looked more and more faint. It was also unknown whether it was the heavenly way of riding the bull Hong Washed Elephant, or Wang Xiaoping’s sword and bamboo, or the oath to kill post in front of the Taixu Palace.

Hong Washed Elephant patiently carved out three hundred and sixty one pieces, one hundred and eighty one black pieces and one hundred and eighty white pieces. Nineteen vertical and horizontal channels, nineteen multiplied together is three hundred and sixty-one.

In the process, Xu Fengyen’s sword technique has changed from coarse to fine.

Occasionally go to the bamboo forest to ask for a fight, and even forced the sword idiot Wang Xiaoping out of the sword had to cut more than a dozen purple bamboo, in order to drive His Highness out of the bamboo forest. Recently, about is tired of the son and embroidery winter to the extreme, after a sword and then a sword, will be purple bamboo forest to the northeastern corner of the hard to split out a large open space.

Outside the bamboo building, Wang Chonglou sat opposite Jianzhi, followed by chewing up raw tea leaves, smiled and asked, “How is the qi traction?”

Wang Xiaoping, who had only spoken out in front of the Taixu Palace, nodded.

Wang Chonglou said, “Every time you make a sword strike in the light, driving both Xu Fengnian’s sword technique and qi to one place, The Green Water Pavilion is in the dark, secretly hiding the sword technique, which can clear the mind and guide it, but I never thought that Xu Fengnian would use the sword technique to carve the chess pieces, and by mistake, he got the essence of the ‘A Zi Xijian Record of Sword Practice’, and furthermore I don’t know from which high level person I learned the turtle breath method, practicing the sword at the bottom of the deep pool under the peak, which is in the same path as my Wudang Mind Technique The same path, I thought that this Great Yellow Court of mine, at most gifted to this Shizi Your Highness three or four out of ten, but now it seems that five or six out of ten is not impossible.”

The Sword Idiot’s face showed anger, and the mahogany sword Shentan, which was placed horizontally on the bamboo table, jumped up without any signs.

Wang Chonglou reached out and gently flicked the desktop, the ancient sword God Tantra returned to silence, and laughed, “Nerd, this impatient temperament of yours, how can you win on behalf of Wudang over the sword dao heritage accumulated by more than a dozen generations of the Wu Family Sword Mound?”

Wang Xiaoping laughed, picked up a handful of emerald green tea leaves in the bamboo basin and chewed them in a big mouthful.

Wang Chonglou snickered, “Do you really tolerate the fact that the Heavenly Dao of Martial Arts is all picked up by your youngest senior brother on one shoulder? After all, Washing Elephant is only a young man under thirty, aren’t you afraid of tiring him out? Among our group of brothers who have grown in age but not in understanding, you are the closest to the Heavenly Dao, so don’t look at you as if you don’t have a good face to Wash the Elephant, but I know that among the brothers, you are the most optimistic about this youngest brother. So ah, wait for that the world’s son his highness out of the mountain, you again with more heart, pick up the burden, learn that the Wu family sword mound of Wu Liu Ding, walk around a bit, the East China Sea South China Sea, the North Liang western barbarians, stroll around, maybe your sword road will become, sitting and discussing the road, can never be a good sounding statement.”

Wudang first nerd nodded.

His eyes looked forlornly at this big senior brother who spoke easily.

Seeing this sight, Wang Chonglou laughed brightly, “It’s just a small Great Yellow Court, compared to Wudang’s thousand-year plan, what is it?”

Swordsmith Wang Xiaoping shook his head, probably trying to say that this Great Yellow Court is “not small”.

Wang Chonglou ignored these, laughed: “Let wash the elephant secretly hide a few chess pieces, this moment His Highness probably did not find our little master, can only bitterly go to the bottom of the pool to look for stones. I have to hurry up.”

Jianzhi subconsciously reached out to hold the mahogany sword.

The Wudang Sect Leader shook his head, slowly got up, and walked out of the purple bamboo forest.

Wang Xiaoping sat dumbfounded in front of the bamboo building and turned around to slice down the bamboo building with his sword.